You take a path you used to know as a kid. You used to hate it. You were always trying to find another way to get there,at the top,were you could see the view. But you didn’t really care about the view. You didn’t wanna climb all those steps to get to the top.

But now, the steps are the best part of the route. Your cheeks are all red and your heart is jumping in your chest. And all you’re waiting for are those final hundred steps that will make your legs burn and your breathing sharp.

The view is beautiful. Your clear mind though makes it even more worthy. You feel your body in harmony with the warm weather, the blue sky, the sun that sets behind the mountain, the little waves in the sea. You are free of your panic about tomorrow for a moment. You are ready to start all over again, everything. Make a new beginning. Make things right this time. Pin the smile on your face.

We learn to love the paths we disliked as kids. Because they show us different things. Things we see with different eyes. We didn’t really have panic and anxiety in our hearts when we were little. No need for a break of the routine. No need to get away from all the things troubling our minds.

So now we walk, we even run, fast. We climb those steps two by two. We look forward to that moment of freedom. It’s a short moment but, what I love more is the memory of it. Until I take the way back up there again the next day..